The Tortoise and the Hare

Rakim felt a cold bead of sweat dripping down his back. "Feel your 'sins crawling down your back,' buddy?" The bat looked up at her, mouth agape. "Huh?" The hare winked at him. "Relax, I'm just kidding around. Good luck, man!" she chirped. ...

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Flame War

Despite his best efforts, Rakim's fears around his Irshad's ongoing holy war against the flames continued to grow. "Do... Do you think you're going to be a firefighter for the rest of your life, mother?" Her countenance darkened a bit at this. "I know...

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For Sore Eyes

Rakim had met Dana after he'd already gone out with Ogun, Soma, and Scylla. He'd still been pre-op at the time. Fortunately, they hadn't had any hang-ups about it. They were an... equal opportunity employer, as far as such matters were concerned....

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Spheres of Influence

The whole country was in shock. The world reeled. How could this have happened? "Mandrake, are you awake?" The otter awoke to pick up his phone groggily. "I am now, what's going on, Klein?" At this hour it had better have been important. "It's Mano....

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